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| The stream at the end of the street. |
There was a trip to Aldi for the regular grocery shopping of the items I know cost less than Hannaford which is basically everything except Ben and Jerry ice cream (2/$7 at Hannaford, $4.85 at Aldi). It seemed to be annoying customer night.
One guy stood at his cart which was stopped in the middle of
the aisle, with two kids around eight and nine years old hanging off it and horsing
around. Three of us stood there waiting for him to move the cart so we could pass. He finally
did, and out loud to all of us said, “it’s a daughter
thing.” Dude, how about you be the adult, not blame your kids for your obliviousness, and move the cart? Just a
thought.
There was a couple shopping for pasta dinner things who absolutely reeked of pot. I smelled
it before I reached them and it lingered in my nose after I had moved on. Right
about the time I shook the smell, I found myself with them again in another aisle. It reminded
me of the time a skunk sprayed near the house and the cloud hung in the air for several days. Usually I enjoy taking my time shopping in Aldi, but tonight I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
The ride home featured a sky tinged in pink over the tree
tops that blocked most of the view that I was sure was or would soon be spectacular. I love trees, but there are drawbacks. I paused to enjoy the pink sky reflected in the stream at the end of the street.
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| Friday night pizza party. |


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